Claire Saffitz Quotes

I love being at home and cooking and baking.

When you are at home, even if the chicken is a little burnt, what's the big deal? Relax.

I love home, any home really - my mum's, and of course my own. I love eating food there and chilling in bed with a cup of tea.

I spend a lot of time in our kitchen. I find it the cosiest, friendliest place in the house. It's not something my American upbringing prepared me for, but now that I live in England, it's become very important to me.

I like being home for dinner.

Good apple pies are a considerable part of our domestic happiness.

Everyday happiness means you can't wait to come home, because the soup is hot.

The things that excite me are staying home and cooking.

My mom, ever the Italian, made braised chicken with tomato.

I love comfort food - it's the basis of everything.

My mother made wonderful cheesecake. She loved cheesecake. She ate it every day of her life.

People come to Nashville where I live and they say, 'What's a great Southern restaurant?' Well, you got to know the right grandmother, because there's a lot of magic to good Southern cooking.

Honestly, the most excited I've ever been for Christmas is when I get a big fluffy blanket.

If I'd been traveling, I come home, my mom makes noodles.

I grew up watching my mom cook.

I've always liked home-cooked meals.

I would have my last meal at my home in Oxfordshire.

I'm happiest when I'm hanging out at home or in my room.

Meatloaf was a pretty big part of our family, and the meatloaf sandwiches were even more.

There's something rather comforting about putting on an apron.

My mother taught us all to bake. It literally calmed us down, and she was able to get rid of all her frustrations.

People remember the different variations of stuffed cabbage based on their mothers and grandmothers. It's not just about food. Eating something as traditional as this is a cultural experience, one that is spiritual and nostalgic. It manages to transcend time; it's food for the soul.

The last time I celebrated a special occasion, I hashed together a paella with some chicken, some frozen veg, long-grain rice, chilli and a shake of turmeric for colour - and it didn't disappoint.

I stay on the road so much that my fiancee and I were talking the other night about what I wanted her to cook. I told her I don't even remember what a home-cooked meal is.

By the time we woke up on Sundays, my dad would have left home to get mutton. It was a kind of stew with thick gravy that my mother used to make in a pressure cooker. Even after the mutton was over, the cooker would still have some masala left. I used to polish it off with some rice.